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		<description>The original writings of author Peaches</description>
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			<description>November 30th, 2016</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1858651/</link>
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			<title>God to gods</title>
			<description>Lowercase. November 29 10:59pm</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1858255/</link>
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			<title>Aside</title>
			<description>November 28th. 8:47pm</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1857972/</link>
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			<title>November 28th, 2:01am</title>
			<description>Thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1857591/</link>
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			<title>Once There Was a Dragon</title>
			<description>The dragon appeared to be in eternal sleep, never to rise again. But here is, taking every villager by surprise.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1854966/</link>
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			<title>Nonsympathies</title>
			<description>I will not hurt because you choose to hurt.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1853683/</link>
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			<title>Confrontation </title>
			<description>When I take a risk and I end up destroying myself. Like trying to look at yourself through a mirror and ending up accidentally tripping over the glass shards that become of it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1853328/</link>
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			<title>Thimblina </title>
			<description>Childhood delusional fantasies take form in instances where the mind does not decide. For example, a crush. A mind is helplessly a slave to a person's heart. The heart originating from a childhood.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1849334/</link>
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			<title>Transition </title>
			<description>Fall? A perfect time to fall in love?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1847762/</link>
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			<title>Homosapien Flower</title>
			<description>I'm learning so much!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1842501/</link>
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			<title>Adult Alliteration </title>
			<description>When I think of alliterations, I think of when I first learned about them in my childhood. Slowly, as I age, I realize my &quot;forever young&quot; is fading and is being passed down to the next. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1841496/</link>
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			<title>Love in October </title>
			<description>It starts to get colder now as we move closer to winter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1841475/</link>
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			<title>Remained Cover or Poker Face</title>
			<description>I wish I had a a flower to that typical loves me or loves me not thing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1837816/</link>
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			<title>Your Being</title>
			<description>A crush got me fucked up, so I'll be writing here often again. (Art is by Chiara Bautista)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1837794/</link>
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			<title>He is Coffee</title>
			<description>He is so bitter, but there's just something comforting about him that makes my heart sink into this type of love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1564101/</link>
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			<title>Where the Wind Blows</title>
			<description>We started as awkward strangers and ended up as childish dreamers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1524795/</link>
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			<title>Kind Sir</title>
			<description>I try to act more ladylike, but my heart jumps before my mind has time to think. And then I realize the mistake I've made. I blush at my childishness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1521734/</link>
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			<title>White Corridors</title>
			<description>We'll work this out. The worst will come. Surely, it will. But I'll be here for you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1521698/</link>
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			<title>I've found you.</title>
			<description>A reflection on my first actual crush that I didn't hide from. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1514271/</link>
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			<title>One night thought</title>
			<description>I hope, one day, to stop thinking this way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1510750/</link>
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			<title>Shy Boy</title>
			<description>So, I use to know this shy pretty boy who would have one or two classes with me every year in high school.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1503775/</link>
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			<title>Star-Crossed Lovers</title>
			<description>Let this rage of troubles decrease in partnership. Let there be peace in each other. Let there be you with me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Peachesoflove/1503757/</link>
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			<title>The Handsome Stranger and My Stream of Conciousness</title>
			<description>I'm so upset. If I don't see him again, I don't think I'll find a partner. Not unless I find his features in someone else. I'm such a mess. </description>
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